Hiding from my clothes

Ok, still sick as a dog and really frustrated by it. I sat on my bathroom floor and went through a ton of stuff. My sister is getting a bag of goodies. I still kept a lot of the stuff but if we do end up moving she'll be getting an even better bag of goodies. How on earth did I accumulate so much crap? That was just the bathroom, I still have junk drawers galore, the linen closet, my craft closet and I want to hide from my clothes. I hate my clothes. Actually I love some of it but it's all the stuff I'm too fat to fit into. How did I end up back this huge size? I have ugly stuff since I refuse to buy an new stuff in this horrible size. Let me tell you what I'm hiding from here. I have a huge walk in closet that is crammed full of clothes, I have 2 big dressers crammed full of clothes. It's daunting to say the least. I'm definitely not up to that chore today.

I've been going back and forth on the moving anxiety. Hubby got down from not hearing anything and I started thinking, ok, gotta make things work here again. Ok, status quo so no biggie. Then he hears back from Google and they are looking at him for a pretty elite team. Root team! This is the most perfect fit for him ever and he's nervous as hell about it all. He hasn't done an interview for 8+ years. Given them plenty but not been on that side so he's studying like a maniac to brush up on everything.

So now I'm back to the moving anxiety. Renting this house, who's going to handle that for us. The idea of missing out of so many family things. Finding a new place to live. Figuring out rent and then the pre-foreclosure market there. Being sick as hell and I need to get going on Kat's birthday party stuff. Oh and what about the school stuff? New doctors. Have to get into the headache clinic down there. And I'm out of my sleep medication. Maybe I'll be able to pull off some sleepless nights and days and get my sleep schedule back. Insomnia used to be a good thing because I could do a ton of stuff at night but now I can't because I'll wake up either the kid or the hubby.

Peanut butter and honey on whole wheat toast is the only thing that's tasted good to me all week.